I walked behind this guy and his two staffy dogs on my way to work yesterday morning. I was impressed that the two little dogs stayed right by his heels, even without a leash. When he paused to adjust his shoe, the dogs paused, too. What you can't see is that he had a tall can of Tyskie beer in his left hand -- at 7:45 in the morning.
I remember when I was in Spain back in 1994 seeing a guy drinking a beer at breakfast. It blew my mind. I don't know if it's a European thing or an alcoholic thing, but either way, I couldn't do it.
Also, Olga couldn't tag so faithfully along without distraction. Off-leash, she'd be stopping every two feet for a sniff, or she'd see a cat on the other side of the street and be out in traffic in seconds. When it comes to walking, she has no discipline.
Work involved a lot of physical labor, once again, though less so yesterday than earlier this week. I was so dazed by the time I got home that I could barely bring myself to have a conversation with Dave. I just had to sit quietly for a while on the garden bench. Thank goodness we only have one more week of school, and most of that is without kids.
I cut these roses from one of my favorite rose bushes, a salmon-colored beauty that our gigantic cardoon always threatens to engulf. I should bring more roses inside. We enjoy them more that way.
Someone in the neighborhood had a party yesterday evening. We heard cranking music such as Daft Punk's "Get Lucky," and after a while I walked down the hill to check out the high street -- I thought it might have been coming from one of the pubs or even from an outdoor event on West End Green. But it was life as usual down there, so it must have been coming from one of our neighbors' back gardens. We eventually heard people cheering and applauding, so apparently someone was celebrating. More evidence that things are getting back to normal, although England's Covid numbers are up and it looks like the final step of reopening -- originally scheduled for June 21 -- is now going to be delayed.
Nonetheless, I'm plowing ahead with my Florida plans. My stepsister has offered me the use of her extra car during my stay. THANK GOODNESS! Car rental for the full two weeks would have cost me somewhere in the neighborhood of $2,000 -- more than twice as much as my flight. Prices are insane right now. It looks like I may stay in St. Pete with them for a couple of nights while my stepbrother-in-law (?) runs a foot race there on the 4th. We'll see how it all unfolds. I am a leaf in the wind, going wherever circumstance carries me.